Pile of Bones


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We never learnt to be
Anything but half-crazed beings
Looking for patterns in our palm lines
And poems under stones and rubble

For aren’t we just beasts rising from
The dusts of wars we couldn’t win
Walking on bridges above precipice
Wishing fervently that death would mean
More than a pile of bones?

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